Beans & Magazines

[Intro] Go, go, go, go, go, bang (Sos' baby) [Chorus] Throw you some shells I got that arm, ayy Unleash the beast And that be my charm, ayy Hop in my American whip Hop out the foreign 'Fore you call the police I'm already gone, ayy ayy [Verse: 1] Pop out the Miss, ayy, hop out a bitch Was broke, but damn man I'm rich, ayy, tryna catch me a fish, ayy Lookin' like I hit a lick, so much horse and kick This bitch like a Ferrari, ayy, boy, we ain't fakin' no funk I was like 8 with a gun, pour ace up but I'm the one When I take KayKay to the lunch, I tell her to get what she want, ayy We stakin' out on a beef, we comin' out like a leak, we comin' outta the tree I'm comin' outta the V, turn up the passenger seat, ayy Hand me a light, let's get ready to ride, all this ice I'ma catch frost bite If you sneak diss, you can catch me outside, if you sneak diss, then you know it's on sight, ayy Girl, we ain't a couple you can't hold my hand and these dirty ass niggas can't hold my bands, ayy Too many blunts, my eyes bloodshot red, steady hearin' voices in my head [Chorus] Throw you some shells I got that arm, ayy Unleash the beast And that be my charm, ayy Hop in my American whip Hop out the foreign 'Fore you call the police I'm already gone, ayy ayy [Post-Chorus] Young nigga, from the bottom Ohh, got me, like I got me Wrist rocky, pockets stocky And we got beans and magazines [Verse: 2] Send me in the wilderness And I'm coming out with Scars Water well it might be a shark Baby what caught your eye it might be my ring And you know this the 50 feet, step in this ring I'm flexing like I'm stone cold Steve Austin She wanna ride me like yeehaw I'm bout my bread, pita Wanna relax with the seat back Tint so dark you can't see past Just had a talk with my ego Got more more shelves than The Home Depot [Chorus] Throw you some shells I got that arm, ayy Unleash the beast And that be my charm, ayy Hop in my American whip Hop out the foreign 'Fore you call the police I'm already gone, ayy ayy [Post-Chorus] Young nigga, from the bottom Ohh, got me, like I got me Wrist rocky, pockets stocky And we got beans and magazines